I got the mic-phone on deck, so watch my steez
Rapping like wu more every day, I aim to please
But i don't mean to do it, It's just the way that i am
Spitting true to the fam.....But on plan
Then I flip the script, maestro flows simply disturbed
I gotta adapt to any verse that my eyes incur
Paint splur, artistic hand blur
You ever see a scottish dude rap so superb
So i go local, bust like I'm a ned
I go och aye the noo, while i'm eating shortbread
Never wear tartan, i dont live in a castle
Everyone carries blades but i get no hassle
No hot spells, In these city streets i dwell
It aint bad as the states, but it got the same smell
So no matter where i'm from, were all one and the same
And i still got a story to tell
Last edited by KERZO; 01-10-2008 at 09:03 AM.
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